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Chapter 70 God is asleep? Then uproot the sacred tree and invite Him out for a chat!

The indigenous chief was hanging upside down from a tree, his face ashen from blood loss and fear.

But when his god was mentioned, his dim eyes suddenly blazed with a fanatical light.

Ignoring his own predicament, he continued to scream with difficulty, his mind racing.

"...Any act of blasphemy against the temple, any attempt to awaken my god, will be met with the most merciless strike from the 'Sun Eagle'!"

"My God is the sole ruler of this land! You greedy outsiders will sooner or later become sacrifices when my God awakens!"

His voice was full of warning, as well as a martyr's pride.

Lin Fan listened, his fingers rhythmically tapping the stone table in front of him, his expression as if he were listening to an interesting story.

"Offerings?"

He chuckled softly, turned his head to look at the pyramid silhouette that was faintly visible in the forest, his eyes showing no fear, only pure curiosity.

A living god who has been sleeping since ancient times.

This is much more interesting than those dry mummies in museums.

His purpose in going out this time was to complete a special check-in task from the system.

As for the sapling, or the so-called feathered serpent god, they were merely unexpected discoveries during the journey.

However, it now seems that this incidental "attraction" is quite challenging.

"Sir, then we..."

Fang Qingxue spoke softly from the side. She could clearly sense that a powerful divine aura was emanating from the direction of the pyramid, a power that made even her heart tremble.

That force merged with the pulse of the entire rainforest, ancient, wild, and imbued with an inviolable majesty.

"What's the rush?"

Lin Fan waved his hand, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

"Since we're already here, we should get the campsite set up first."

"Even if the sky falls, it will have to wait until I finish this pot of tea."

Looking at Lin Fan's calm and composed demeanor, Fang Qingxue's last trace of tension vanished.

Yes.

With Mr. [Name] here, how could the sky possibly collapse?

Even if it really collapses, the gentleman could probably push it back up with a single punch.

On the other side, the mercenary leader, who was hanging there, listened to the tribal chief's rambling warnings and saw that Lin Fan and his group were not afraid at all, but instead started setting up camp as if they were on a picnic. He felt that his worldview was collapsing.

What kind of monsters are these people?

That burly man who could break a tree that could be embraced with one punch possessed superhuman strength.

The young man leading this group didn't even blink when facing the legendary "god"?

You're still in the mood to drink tea here?

He'd been in the underworld for years; what kind of ruthless characters hadn't he seen? But something this outrageous was truly unprecedented.

"Hey! Um... friend from the East!" The mercenary leader struggled desperately, trying to force a fawning smile.

"We were wrong! We were blind to your greatness! If you release us, we'll give you half of the billion-dollar reward! No! It'll all be yours! We, 'Hellfire,' will follow you from now on!"

All he wants now is to survive.

Tasks and money are nothing compared to life.

Lin Fan glanced at him, not even bothering to reply.

One billion US dollars?

The ancient tea tree in his yard, once plucked, has a single leaf that is worth far more than this amount.

Does he seem like someone who's short of money?

What he lacks now is fun.

Ares.

Lin Fan called out softly.

The war god, who was leveling the ground with the tip of his spear, shuddered, stood up straight as if by reflex, and ran over quickly.

"Sir, what are your instructions?"

His tone now carried a hint of the respect a servant would show when meeting his master.

"These guys are too noisy," Lin Fan said, pointing to the strings of "cured meat" hanging on the tree.

"You, go find something to gag them all."

"Yes, sir!"

Ares accepted the order and glanced around.

Then, silently, he bent down and took off the sock on his foot that he had worn for who knows how long and that had become as hard as an iron shell.

The mercenary leader watched helplessly as the terrifying sock, exuding an indescribable aura, drew ever closer to his mouth.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he let out a desperate, mournful "woo-woo-woo" sound.

"..."

The entire camp fell silent instantly.

All that remained were the clanging sounds of the Gold Saints building their houses and the chirping of birds in the distant forest.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, it's much quieter now.

His gaze shifted to the indigenous chief who was also hanging, but who was spared the "sock torture" because he was "almost one of their own."

"Hey, you sunbird."

"It is the 'Eagle of the Sun,' a great being," the indigenous chieftain quickly corrected.

"It's all the same." Lin Fan said nonchalantly. "I'm asking you, when will your god wake up?"

The indigenous chief was stunned, seemingly completely unprepared for the question.

He replied with a mental fluctuation: "My god has been asleep for thousands of years. Only when the 'Sacred Tree' is under mortal threat, or when a sufficiently powerful external force breaks into the core of the temple, will my god... possibly awaken from his slumber."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lin Fan's eyes lit up immediately.

"What if I just uprooted that tree?"

The indigenous chieftain's face instantly turned paler than a dead man's.

"No! You can't do that!" He struggled violently, agitated. "The 'Sacred Tree' is connected to the life of my god! If the 'Sacred Tree' is destroyed, my god... my god will suffer a severe blow! He might even perish prematurely!"

"That's even better." Lin Fan slapped his thigh and laughed, "It saves me the trouble of doing it myself."

Indigenous chieftain: "..."

He was completely dumbfounded.

He felt that he and the Easterner in front of him were not even on the same level.

This person... he seems to be after their family's god?

Moreover, it wasn't for supplication, nor for theft, it was simply... to kill Him?

How can there be such crazy humans in this world?

"Alright, don't be nervous." Lin Fan waved his hand, seeing that he looked like he was about to faint from fright. "Just kidding."

"I am a peace-loving person and I don't like fighting and killing."

"I just want to visit your temple, take a look around, and maybe chat with your god to discuss the cultural differences between different civilizations."

The indigenous chief looked at Lin Fan's "kind" smile, then glanced at the war god next to him who was using socks to torture others, and at the group of Gold Saints who were using their fighting spirit as construction machinery to build houses.

He didn't believe a single word of it.

You call this "loving peace"?

You're acting like a gangster collecting protection money!

"Great being... my god is in slumber and I'm afraid I cannot communicate with you." The indigenous chieftain struggled to organize his thoughts. "Moreover, the temple is filled with restrictions and guardian beasts left behind by my god, making it extremely dangerous. For your safety, I urge you..."

"Danger?"

Lin Fan smiled.

"What I like most is danger."

He stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked softly.

"Alright, we've almost finished our tea. How's the house construction going?"

He turned around.

Under the terrifying efficiency of the Gold Saints, comparable to that of large-scale construction machinery, a cluster of shacks built from huge logs was already taking shape.

Although rugged, it looks exceptionally sturdy.

The skillful Aries Mu even used vines and brightly colored leaves to weave a wreath with the words "Welcome" at the entrance of Lin Fan's largest shack.

"Hmm, not bad, very efficient." Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. "I'll give you an extra meal tonight."

Upon hearing this, the Gold Saints' enthusiasm instantly soared to a new level.

Lin Fan ignored them and turned his gaze back towards the pyramids.

That ancient divine aura was like a lighthouse in the darkness in his eyes.

"Let's go, Qingxue."

"Let's go pay a visit to the owner of this place."

As he spoke, he began to walk leisurely into the depths of the rainforest.

Fang Qingxue immediately followed.

Only a group of Gold Saints remained, still diligently building the house.

A tree was hanging with "dried bacon" on its last legs.

And the indigenous chief whose face was etched with despair and numbness.

he knows.

It’s over.

The "Sun Eagle" tribe is finished.

The sleeping feathered serpent god is finished too.

Today, they have provoked a devil who is ten thousand times more terrifying than all invaders in history combined...