Chapter 236 – Mu Lin: God Servants Are Strong? I Just Killed One

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The sudden arrival of Mu Lin and his ‘proposal’ left Pleasure Maiden Shu Rong utterly stunned.

It wasn’t just her who was bewildered—Qin Yuan and Zuo Li were equally dumbfounded.

Both of them harbored deep hatred for the Malevolent Ghost and had never considered yielding to Shu Rong’s conditions.

Their greatest hope had only been to keep Pleasure Maiden Shu Rong neutral.

The idea of coercing her into attacking the other Servants of the Gods—such a mad notion—had never crossed their minds.

At the same time, they feared that Mu Lin’s disrespectful words would push Shu Rong into the enemy’s camp.

Thus, they grew anxious.

“Mu Lin, you…”

Qin Yuan wanted to say something, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a burst of wild laughter.

“Hahaha…”

The one laughing arrogantly was Tie Xun. Though also a Servant of the Gods, the Attendant of the God of Wild Hunt wasn’t angered by Pleasure Maiden’s embarrassment; instead, he roared with laughter.

After laughing, he sneered at Shu Rong and said, “How does it feel to be scorned by humans? But you’ve always resorted to petty tricks, never daring to act openly. Such cowardice—it’s only natural you’re looked down upon.”

On the other side, the Attendant of the Crow God also mocked relentlessly: “Instead of cooperating with us, she tried to use us. This bitch deserves a lesson—it’s what she gets.”

Having said this, the Attendant of the Crow God suddenly turned his gaze toward Mu Lin and grinned viciously: “Human, you’ve done well, letting me watch such a drama.”

“However, insulting us, the Servants of the Gods, is a grave act of disrespect. You deserve the Punishment of Ten Thousand Crows Devouring the Body…”

This Attendant of the Crow God took great pride in his identity as a Servant of the Gods, and thus, he sought to uphold the dignity of their status, intending to punish Mu Lin.

But before he could finish, Mu Lin cut him off.

“Insulting the Servants of the Gods? You mongrel bastard, do you really think your status is so high and revered?”

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Such brazen insults left even the furious Pleasure Maiden stunned once more. For a moment, she wasn’t even in a hurry to act.

She wanted to know who gave Mu Lin the courage to be so audacious.

Not only was Pleasure Maiden curious, but the Attendant of the Crow God opposite her was so enraged that he felt as if his three corpses were leaping and smoke was pouring from his seven orifices.

He held his identity as a Servant of the Gods in high regard, but precisely because of that, he couldn’t tolerate insults from others.

“You deserve to die, you lowly bastard, you frog at the bottom of a well! You have no understanding of the greatness of the Servants of the Gods. I’ll tear you to pieces and make your soul…”

Believing Mu Lin was fearless out of ignorance, he glared fiercely at him while unleashing his aura, causing dark smoke to fill the sky, hoping to instill fear in Mu Lin.

Naturally, this failed. And just like before, Mu Lin interrupted him mid-sentence.

“Don’t understand? No, I know exactly what kind of trash you so-called Servants of the Gods are.”

After speaking, before the Attendant of the Crow God across from him could erupt in rage, Mu Lin disdainfully said, “You’re not the first divine slave I’ve encountered. Before this, the Attendant of the Lord of Desolation was just like you, arrogantly boasting about his nobility and belittling humanity in front of me. And then, he died—like a dog, begging for mercy as I killed him.”

“Nobility? Pah! In my eyes, you’re nothing but trash, scum, slaves of some evil gods!”

Mu Lin’s furious insults still struck right at the heart, and his attitude toward these Servants of the Gods was utterly contemptuous. Yet, at this moment, neither the Pleasure Maiden, the so-called Attendant of the Crow God, nor the followers of the God of Wild Hunt cared about Mu Lin’s tone.

Instead, they all stared at Mu Lin with expressions of disbelief.

Echoing in their minds was the information that the Attendant of the Lord of Desolation had been killed by Mu Lin.

Something so far beyond their expectations caused their minds to momentarily freeze.

When they recovered from their confusion, the first feeling that arose in their hearts was disbelief.

“This can’t be!”

“You’re only at the Spirit Pool level—how could you possibly kill him?”

“You can’t fool me, kid.”

They refused to believe it and couldn’t comprehend it.

Due to the restrictions of the Secret Realm and insufficient offerings, the Servants of the Gods who had descended were only the lowest level, yet their strength was at the Sha Refinement or even Gang Condensation level.

In contrast, Mu Lin appeared to be only at the Spirit Pool level—even if it was the peak of Spirit Pool, it was still Spirit Pool, a full two major stages below Condensing Gang and Refining Sha.

Thus, they couldn’t understand how Mu Lin, with such a vast gap in strength, had managed to eliminate the Attendant of the Lord of Desolation.

Unable to make sense of it no matter how they thought, they ultimately concluded that Mu Lin was trying to deceive them with empty boasts.

Just as they were thinking this, a panicked cry and commotion came from behind the Attendant of the Crow God: “It’s terrible, my lord, it’s terrible…”

Turning to look, the Attendant of the Crow God frowned in displeasure as he saw a human cultist running toward him from outside, his face filled with terror.

What made him frown even more was that the human cultist did not belong to his side but rather… to the Lord of Desolation.

Seeing the cultist’s panicked state and recalling Mu Lin’s earlier words, a sense of foreboding and unease arose in the Attendant of the Crow God’s heart.

Still, he clung to a sliver of hope, wishing to hear good news.

“What’s all this panic? And why have you come here? Where is that fool from the Corpse Tree?”

“My lord… wuwu… the Attendant of Desolation is dead, killed by a human… wuwu…”

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The answer from the Cult Assistant Priest of Desolation confirmed the death of the Corpse Tree for the Pleasure Maiden and the others, leaving them in stunned silence.

Joining them in silence were Qin Yuan, Zuo Li, and the others. Thinking about how they had spent so much time and effort trying to win over the Servants of the Gods, while Mu Lin had effortlessly killed one of them, made Qin Yuan and his companions feel as though all their work had been utterly pointless.

However, they only felt a sense of emptiness and futility.

For the cultists, it was a complete mental breakdown, a devastating blow.

To curry favor with the Servants of the Gods, they had sacrificed far more: their identities as human traitors, their freedom, and in some cases, even the souls and flesh of their friends and family.

These scum who could no longer be called human had given up everything, hoping to gain a status superior to others.

But now, Mu Lin’s appearance made them realize that they had willingly degraded themselves to become dogs. Yet the master of these dogs was someone humans could casually slaughter. How could they not be utterly shattered by such a stark contrast?

“Impossible, this can’t be!”

“Are humans really this strong? Damn it, what have I done!”

“I willingly abandoned my human identity, only to end up as something even lower than humans, hahaha, hahahaha…”

“Slap, slap, slap… Fool, I’m truly a fool. Why did I pledge allegiance to the Evil God? Wouldn’t it have been better to side with a Human Prodigy…”

Some went mad, some were filled with deep regret, while others had flickering eyes, contemplating the possibility of betrayal once again.

It could be said that Mu Lin’s existence dealt a fatal psychological blow to the Cultists.

This was also sensed by the Servants of the Gods, forcing them to respond.

“Hmph!”

The first to speak was Tie Xun. With a cold snort, he stared at Mu Lin, a vicious grin spreading across his face. “Though I don’t know how you killed that fool, the Corpse Tree, don’t think I’m as useless as that waste. Human, I await your challenge.”

After Tie Xun came the Raven Servant. Unlike Tie Xun, whose face was filled with murderous intent, the Raven Servant’s eyes brimmed with malice and venom.

“Human scum, I admit I underestimated you before. From now on, I will go all out.”

As he spoke, a sinister, cackling laugh appeared on his face.

“Being targeted by me, human, is your greatest misfortune. From now on, you will never sleep peacefully. Every day, decay and death will drain your vitality and Mana, and misfortune and calamity will forever haunt you.”

“Moreover, not only will you die, but your family and friends will also be cursed by misfortune and death. Their souls will be tormented by Nightmares, never finding peace for eternity.”

“Remember, human, the suffering your loved ones endure will all be brought upon them by you…”

“What about me?”

The sudden interjection was neither loud nor accompanied by angry curses directed at the Raven Servant.

Logically, hearing such a question, the Raven Servant should have remained unmoved.

But that was not the case.

Upon hearing these words, a chill suddenly enveloped the Raven Servant’s entire body, leaving him numb and trembling uncontrollably.

It was as if, in the dead of winter, a basin of cold water had been poured directly over his head, seeping the chill deep into his bones.

The reason for his terror was… the voice did not come from Mu Lin, who stood beside the Pleasure Maiden across from him, but from behind him.

At some point, the Assistant Priest of the Lord of Desolation, who had been filled with panic and despair, had appeared behind the Raven Servant.

And just now, this Assistant Priest had spoken with Mu Lin’s voice.

To the Raven Servant, this was no different from a human encountering a ghost while walking alone at night. How could he not be shocked and terrified?

Unfortunately, it was already too late to be afraid.

(End of Chapter)