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Werther sighed, scratched his head, and said, "You old man, your ability to see through people's hearts is not bad. I'm not as good as you say, it's just that the knowledge I've learned has taught me to treat everything equally, even God, in my eyes, is no different from a mouse." Alright, since you're fine, I'll leave now. The next time you want to see me, get out of here and find a place without a statue. " Seeing the High Priest's strange expression, Werther smiled again and pointed at the huge War God statue. "As long as you see him looking down at me with such a condescending gaze, you'll make me very unhappy!" He walked away softly.

Only after he had left for a long time did the High Priest smile and turn around. Facing the statue of the God of War, he whispered a prayer. "My Lord, this ally of yours seems to be very interesting." Werther slowly walked down from the tower, and when he thought of the High Priest's fox-like smile, he gnashed his teeth in hatred. This was a form of resistance, a rebellion against one's own fate when one was unable to grasp it, and only after a long time did this extremely lost thought calm down, "This world's water is too deep, I have already been targeted by some gods. Only by cultivating as fast as possible and reaching the same level as them can I know the truth!"

There had never been a moment like this where Werther thirsted for power so much that even if it went against the natural laws of Taoism, he still did not hesitate to cultivate in the Dao. The final goal of cultivating the Dao was to transcend, to be at ease.

Seeing Werther walk down, Alice quickly ran over and asked with a smile, "How is it? What did the teacher tell you? " Werther answered snappily, "You said a bunch of crap, that old fox!" Alice stood there, baffled, muttering to herself, "This is weird, teacher is a fox man anyway, isn't it? Why does he look so angry? "

Werther met up with his subordinate and said to Shizhe, "Your royal father must also see me, right? "Lead the way." "Father asked you to rest for a day first." Werther impatiently said, "What are you resting for?" You beast races are already on the brink of death, waiting for me to save them. Quickly lead the way! "

Rock Heel had never seen him so irritable. He jumped up in fright and quickly led the way. Old Tom was baffled and could only silently follow him. Compared to Klein's palace, it was just a pile of extremely simple and crude stones. The stone hoof left behind the group and ran in to report, but after a while, it ran back and said while panting: "Sir Roland, Father invited you for a while, others please wait here." Werther was already prepared. He instructed his men to wait quietly while he followed the stone hoof inside. After seeing the Skypiercing Tower, he was no longer interested in the construction techniques of the Beast Race. When they arrived at a large hall, Stonefur said, "Father only sees you alone. I'll wait here." Werther nodded and entered.

There was only one main seat, and a few chairs at the bottom. A lion-headed burly man sat upright, looking very similar to the stone hooves (in fact, the beastmen looked similar, Werther thought maliciously). Naturally, this burly man was the King of Beasts, Rigg. When Werther saw him, his expression turned solemn. The first impression that a beast king gave people was that of an expert! The second feeling was: A supreme expert!

This was a genuine expert at the peak of the Sword Saint Realm. The aura around his body was deep into the deep sea, ferocious yet reserved. Once it erupted, it seemed as if it could drown out everything in the world! This was the first time Werther had seen a master who cultivated battle qi at the peak of martial arts. Even if his father wanted to reach the pinnacle of the Sword Saint realm, he had relied on the martial arts knowledge he had imparted to him, which combined the theories of two worlds.

While Werther was sizing up the beast king, the beast king was also sizing him up, seeing that the human teenager was still as calm in front of him. Although there was admiration in his eyes, there was absolutely no reverence in them, as if he was on the same level as him. Strangely, there was not a single trace of magic or battle qi fluctuations coming from this youth's body. However, with his peak Sword Saint cultivation level's spiritual sense, the King of Beasts Rider immediately felt the mountainous energy circulating within Werther's body.

There was surprise and curiosity in the Beast King's eyes as he slowly stood up, "Welcome, Sir Roland Jr. May the Beast God bless you! " Werther bowed slightly, becoming more and more neither servile nor overbearing. "Hello, your highness the King of Beasts. May the rules bless you. "

The Beast King was stunned, "Rules? Don't tell me Sir Werther doesn't have a God that he believes in? " Werther shook his head. "There are, but it's not the kind of belief you're talking about, and the gods I believe in won't ask us for anything. Instead, they'll give us everything, as long as we're willing to work hard." "I remember that even the Goddess of Life, who cared the least about her faith, would not have no desire for her faith. What kind of God do you believe in, Werther?" "As I said," replied Werther, "it's not faith. "According to the Grace Mainland, I believe in myself."

"Boom!" I believe in myself! " If there were people from the Holy Church here, they would certainly clamor to send him to the stake. However, the Monster King had seen many of these blasphemers, or people who were extremely confident in their own strength while looking down on the authority of the gods. Rigg smiled and said, "Although I don't understand your words, but you are a powerhouse who believes in his own strength and doesn't care to pursue the blessings of the gods, right?"

Werther sat down. "Your Majesty, it doesn't seem appropriate for us to discuss the issue of faith in this place at this time." I came here today to deliver to you the food the empire promised to help the beast race. " The King of Beasts forced a smile and said, "Sir Werther, you seem to be very angry. It seems that you have already seen the Lord Priest before you came. I presume he has made you very unhappy." "Strictly speaking, this has nothing to do with the High Priest. The main reason why I'm angry is because I suddenly realized that I've been played by the Gods, but I don't have the strength to jump out. I can't even be myself, so this feeling of powerlessness makes me very angry." The King of Beasts sat on the throne, "It is easier said than done to be myself! "I'm afraid I can't help Sir Werther with his difficulties." But I can help you, and I can help you. " Werther looked at the King of Beasts and smiled softly.

Beast King said, "Alright! Just as he had expected! Then let's get straight to the point. There's no need to beat around the bush. Sir Werther, what do you think about the current situation of our Beast Race? "

Werther frowned. "There's no need to be so polite, Your Majesty. You can just call me by my name." The current situation of the beast race? The entire continent knows that the Beastmen race is currently trapped internally and externally, with the Kaiser Empire eyeing them covetously. With a powerful general like Rommel guarding them, their army is leading them steadily, nibbling away at the Beastmen's territory. As for the interior, hmph, the Beastmen's lands are all wastelands and deserts, and their own food production is not enough for them to eat. Even in such a situation, there is still a civil war.

I've heard that the Tigers have a grudge against the werewolves for lobbying against the Pig Tribes and are trying to push you down instead, but Your Majesty, you now have a powerful enemy, a rival, a loyal subordinate of the Lion Tribe, and the Tauren tribe. Originally, with His Majesty's personal strength, it should have been enough to maintain a balance, but now that the Kaiser has sent an envoy, it is likely that the Tigers have already reached an agreement with the Wolf Tribes, and if I'm not wrong, within three days, the Tigers will have a coup to chase you down! At that time, your Lions and Tauren who follow you loyally will meet with a calamity! "

With every word Werther said, the Beast King's face turned paler. When he finished speaking, the Beast King suddenly laughed lowly, "Alright!" For an outsider to be able to analyze the situation of the Beast Race so thoroughly, I just can't figure it out. How come the two bastards, Tiger and Wolff, can't see through it? You wholeheartedly want to kill me, and you even want to exterminate my clan? Don't they know that once the Lion Tribe is annihilated, the Beast Race will be exterminated? "