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Chapter 1381 Then who are we?(3/3)

But there are still many single people who are still calling the hotline: "Hello? I choose number 3... What, more than 80,000 people have signed up for blind dates? The competition is so fierce, I am worthy of being a god, and it is quite popular..."

After witnessing this scene, the injured snow beast believers all fell into deathly silence.

They didn't roar, they didn't mourn, they didn't cry.

They just stared blankly at the gods, who were extremely noble in their hearts, kneeling before humans.

They are sad.

But more importantly, I am confused.

At this moment, witnessing the monumental god kneeling down and surrendering, the solid faith in their hearts suddenly collapsed!

"God, kneel down..." A dire ox muttered blankly, as if it had forgotten the pain of burns on its body.

"The main god has surrendered..." A wounded ice bear stared blankly at the kneeling god on the city wall, and said softly: "With an order, one hundred thousand people of my tribe were killed, and yet he actually surrendered... My brother,

My brother, my father and mother all fought to the death for him..."

"One thought made our people fight to the death without fear of death or injury."

"Even if we all died in battle, we never wavered. Even if our legs were cut off, we never retreated."

"But, he surrendered on his own..."

So what are our previous battles and previous deaths? What are we who fight for him? What is the meaning of our desperate piety...

On the side, an ice cow with its horns broken said coldly: "Lao San, don't say this! We are devout believers, you are blaspheming!"

"By the way, we..." The ice bear showed a sad smile, "We are just believers...it turns out that this is what believers mean."

God never shows mercy.

Those devout believers who regard God as the only salvation are nothing more than tools in the eyes of God.

"I don't believe in God anymore." The ice bear roared softly.

"It turns out that our piety and our desperate efforts are just a joke. We... are also just a joke." Another burnt and bloody dire ox also whispered: "From now on, I only fight for myself.

.”

"Click!"

"Click!"

A slight crackling sound was passed among these surviving believers.

The shining marks of the gods shattered.
Chapter completed!
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