Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 22 The Warrior Favored by God

The dust that had been blowing across the field gradually settled.

The beast died, and the gladiator fell, his blood splattering on the sand.

This scene is quite common in the Avici Hell. Who can guarantee that they will not be injured when they are captured and brought here to fight for their lives?

However, once blood is drawn and there is no time to treat the wound, even the most resilient superhuman will have their life force slowly worn away and eventually die.

At present, most of Xin Zang's body is numb, and he is breathing more out than in, so it seems that there is no way to save him.

"It seems the sinner has not received Buddha's forgiveness." The dog-headed abbot, draped in a red robe, cleared his throat, his voice echoing throughout the hall. "He will continue to atone for his sins in hell after death."

The venom of the Gomo lizard is already deadly, and now it has traveled along the blood vessels and is approaching the heart. To survive would require a miracle.

But coincidentally, a deity was sitting in this room.

Liang Jiu sat on the table, divine power swirling and dancing between his fingers, golden threads outlining the scene of Xin Cang killing the giant lizard.

This trial prepared for the human king has only just begun. How could the protagonist, who is favored by the gods, die in such a place?

Now that we've won, we should act like winners.

A thought crossed my mind.

In the center of the arena, the dark gold runes on Xin Cang's wrist began to burn.

The warm divine power surged into the blood vessels, clearing away the toxins in the blood with overwhelming force, and even the torn and turned flesh began to itch and heal.

Just as the kobolds with iron hooks, who were about to drag the corpses, took two steps closer, they heard a heart pounding like thunder, and an aura of power emanated from the piled-up 'corpses'.

Then, to their horrified gaze, the young gladiator, who should have been dead, stood up, disheveled and covered in blood.

With a "clang," someone's iron fork fell onto the sand.

The kobolds collecting the corpses scrambled back several steps, chattering incoherently, none of them daring to get any closer.

Even if this person is unarmed, even if he looks like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

But who would dare to gamble on it? Gamble on whether he would still have the strength to rip off another kobold's head before he dies?

Seeing the situation freeze, the old monk on the high platform could no longer sit still.

With a cold expression, he unleashed a golden spell.

The blow struck Xin Zang's back with a dull thud.

However, the spells that were usually ineffective now failed to produce the expected results.

Xin Zang gritted his teeth, forcibly swallowed the blood rising in his throat, and endured the mental shock, suddenly raising his head.

His bloodshot eyes pierced through half the arena, revealing his menacing nature.

When the old monk met that gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and his hand gripping the ritual implement trembled uncontrollably.

Almost out of sheer terror, he frantically raised his hand and cast a second Golden Light Spell.

Shinzo's vision finally went completely black, and he collapsed headfirst into the coarse sand.

Seeing this, the surrounding dog-headed men felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They rushed forward and used thick iron chains to lock the man up, dragging him into the cage inside the arena.

Everything returned to calm; it was merely a minor interlude in this inescapable hell.

......

That night.

Liang Jiu sat alone on the temple's rooftop, looking down at the brightly lit city below.

The streets are crisscrossed with activity, bustling with the sounds of night markets and travelers.

This foreign city-state has developed such a prosperous commercial system.

It is unknown whether this was a spark of civilization intentionally left behind by the original owner of this divine realm, or a survival rule that these native creatures discovered on their own over the years.

But barbarism did not disappear with the development of civilization; on the contrary, having lost their gods, they embarked on the path most suited to them.

Liang Jiu's gaze pierced through the glitz and glamour of the city lights, landing on the narrow alleys on the city's edge.

Blades slit throats, chains drag slaves, and in the darkness, they tear each other apart for a single piece of sustenance.

Everything remains the same.

The fragile social balance is maintained by supernatural powers, and as long as these powers remain accessible only to those in positions of power, they will never progress.

This was something their gods should have done.

Liang Jiu withdrew his gaze.

Divine power flowed.

The next instant, a flash of light appeared, and space shifted.

Xin Zang, who had been locked in the arena dungeon, fell onto the treasure roof behind Liang Jiu.

The young hunter sprang up almost the instant he touched the ground, his body instinctively lowering its center of gravity, his expression one of bewilderment and confusion at the sudden change in environment.

He has now recovered most of his condition and is full of energy.

Divine power healed his wounds, restored his physical strength, and repaired his spirit.

Upon realizing what was happening, Shinzo instinctively knelt down on one knee to greet the figure in front of him.

However, the steep curve of the summit caused him to lose his balance, his body tilted, and he froze in place for a moment, feeling somewhat awkward.

Taking advantage of this awkward pause, he vaguely realized something.

This disorientation in the wilderness, this turnaround from a seemingly hopeless situation, was likely all a deliberate arrangement by the gods.

Liang Jiu understood what he was thinking, but he didn't expose him. It was a good thing for his family to have their own thoughts.

"How many more matches do you think you can play?" Liang Jiu asked casually, looking down at the city-state below.

"As long as the gods continue to favor me, I can keep winning."

"Heh." Liang Jiu chuckled lightly, "Even your father, Xin, wouldn't dare make such a guarantee to me."

Before Xin Zang could recover from the memory of the late king's name, Liang Jiu threw out the next question: "Do you know why you were thrown here?"

"Is it... to train me?" Shinzo asked tentatively.

Liang Jiu smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

He abruptly changed the subject, throwing out an unrelated question: "Would you like to see their metallurgical technology?"

"Um?"

Before Xinzang could react, his divine power surged, and the world spun around him.

The scorching air rushed towards me, and the harsh clanging of metal mixed with the roar of the bellows echoed in my ears.

The two appeared directly in a huge open-air blacksmith shop.

The scorching blast furnace spewed out tongues of blazing white flames.

Hundreds of shirtless dog-headed craftsmen moved through the heat and dust, each with a clear division of labor.

Beside the blast furnace, several strong kobolds were stepping on wooden pedals and pulling the bellows, which were half a person tall. On the other side, craftsmen used long iron tongs to pick up orange-red molten iron from the crucible and pour it into the neatly arranged sand and stone molds on the ground.

In the nearby water tank, the sound of quenching continued, and white smoke rose incessantly.

On the adjacent cooling field, mass-produced standard iron knives, heavy armor with barbs, and intricate locks were piled up like small mountains of firewood.

This was a scene that the Xin people, who were still in the early Bronze Age, had never seen or even imagined.

Shinzo was completely stunned by the industrial prototype before him and stood there dumbfounded.

"After dawn, you will return to your cage."

"Until then, no living being could notice your existence, and I will protect you from being disturbed."

"Go learn everything you need to."

"Then, keep winning and make them tremble with fear for you."