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Today is the day for our Maharajah to demonstrate the power of God. Our Great Maharajah

always gathers us together at this altar of Light every ten days for the ritual of prayer. This

day is no exception.

Our Maharaja is a powerful man, and although he doesn't look like the others around me --

he has five heads -- SHH, we must keep this a secret and not tell anyone. What? You don't

believe me? You say that the Maharaja has only one head? Well, I'm telling you, it's not what

you think.

For a while I was the one who brought food to the Maharaja, do you remember? Yes, yes, yes,

just a month ago. At that time we had just won our first victory over the Grey Dwarves. How

could the dirty, smelly little men, who had been under the ground too long and had seen too

little, be any match for us? As soon as we reach them carefully and shoot the snake bolt in

our hands, they will die one by one. They won't know what happened until they die. Ha ha, I

personally killed two grey dwarves through the tunnel.

A: What, what? Am I off topic? Oh, yeah, talk about the Maharaja's five heads.

When I brought food to the Maharaja, it was the internal organs dug up from the bodies that

were brought outside. The Maharaja loved to eat the entrails of fools who had been tortured

to death. Do you know why all those corpses out there ask us to smash them up? Just know

you don't have enough sense to know! Because the Maharaja says that the tapping and

slapping of the food can better rub the despair and terror of dying into their insides, and the

Maharaja thinks it tastes best when their hearts and lungs are all squashed together.

What a look in your eyes! It looks like you have a dislike for the Maharaja in your eyes! This

cannot be done. The Maharaja is great. He can use powerful, luminous spells. He can heal

wounds and make you feel better. And best of all, it will keep the creatures in line. How do

you think these caves were dug up? But the Maharaja has a very bad temper, and if anyone

dares to disobey him or say anything blasphemous, he will deal with you severely. He could

not be the most terrible judge in the world, but he was the most terrible I knew. You must not

offend him.

By the way, I seem to have gone off topic again, the Maharaja's head, his five heads. I was

carrying the plate the other day, and inside it was the gut of a dark elf priestess. You know

what! Drow priestess! The mighty presence of the underworld is nothing more than a dish

before our Maharaja. I carried the dish -- the contents of which, to tell the truth, were stinking

-- to the Maharaja's tent, the one with a bright red background and golden lace. I opened

the curtain of the tent, forgetting to give warning. The Maharaja was kneeling on a cushion,

whispering something to a picture. There were five of his heads. I could see them clearly.

The painting? It's a really strange picture. It's a big red ball with an old man sitting with a lot

of forks. I was so nervous, plus the Maharaja felt someone behind him and suddenly turned

around. I immediately lowered my head and acted as if I hadn't seen anything. It was not until

the Maharaja asked me to raise my head that I dared to look at my surroundings again. The

Maharaja was still sitting on the cushion, but the picture and the rest of his head had

disappeared.

What did you say? You still don't believe me? Well, if I hadn't doubted that I'd seen him for

what he really was, why would I be back as a soldier, patrolling those complex tunnels again?

Wouldn't it be safer and more comfortable to serve food and drink? You know, all you do is

fight and kill. It's really hard!

You said that Maharajah is not our strong snake man, then we still listen to his words? You

fool! Don't you know that we are able to come to this rich land now because of the arrival of

the Maharaja and others? Don't you look at your grandfathers, their bodies are so thin, their

scales are so thin, and even when they wield their weapons, they are powerless. What can

they do? Have they not stayed in the swamp all their lives, eating mosquitoes and flies? Have

you seen how strong your fathers have grown since the Maharaja and others came? We've

got good weapons and good equipment, and we've learned some of the same things that

humans used to do to us, and we're out of the damn swamp.

Now the task of our generation is... What what? You say we won't win? I should open up your

skull and see what's been stuffed inside! Have we failed yet? Don't we own this place now?

Look outside on the patio and see what we have! Isn't that the biggest win of all? We

conquered the swamp, and now we will conquer this underground! Next, we will conquer...

Wha? My voice is too loud? B: Well, it is a little loud. B: Come on, if I hadn't talked to you for

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so long, how could I not have reached the memorial square by this time? A: What, you still

dare to talk back to me? A: How can a cut on my shoulder affect how fast I can move? Then

again, the little man's crossbow was really accurate and actually hit me in the dark. If I hadn't

gotten away in time, I would have received an arrow in the head. But there was a sorcerer

there who could transform into several of himself. It was very scary. You must remember to

report it to the Maharaja soon.

Hurry up, we'll be at the memorial square soon. Many people are already here. Ah, the

ceremony has begun. Come on, follow me. Sing what they sing. What what, you can't sing?

You're a rookie. You can't sing. You can't hum? No one can hear you.

Look! Look, the Maharaja is about to use his magic. Look, his hand is already shining. The

white light is so beautiful, it looks like a sun. What, you still haven't figured out what new god

we have? I tell you what, you remember, it's the new sun God. Remember, it's the new one!

Look, it's made out of the silver we dug up a while ago. Yes, you're right. It's the coffin in front

of the Maharajah. But I tell you, it is a treasure, and the water it contains will become the

divine water that will make you and your descendants strong. Your father became strong after

drinking it, and you will become strong after him. If you ever have an egg, use this water to

soak it. It will be as strong and powerful as you are now.

Why are you poking me? B: Just say what you have to say. Aaah! Why are you touching my

wound? B: Oh, it hurts!

Noooo! Noooo!! My lords, I did not rise to offer the sacrifice of my own free will, I jumped

only because I was in pain. No, why are you handcuffing me? Let go of these ropes! I don't

want to die.

Ah, Maharajah, Your Eminence Maharajah, wouldn't you just use any living thing as a catalyst?

There are plenty of grey Dwarf slaves out there. Why don't your lordship use them? Don't put

me in that pool, my Lord. I haven't even found a mother snake to lay an egg for me. I can

fight, and I'm smart enough to help you. Please leave me alone.

What is this pouring on me? It looks like water. Why are you pouring water on me? It's not

going to drown me! No, I want out! I don't want to stay in this coffin-like container!

Aaah! Something is biting me now, my hand, my leg, something is biting me in my chest!

What the hell are you putting in the water, some kind of man-eating bug? No, I'm not gonna

die like this! Maharajah, I have important information for you. Out there... Aah ！！！！

...........................

When Vincent and his men sneaked into the hall, they saw a snake man being thrown into a

long, long water container. He was writhing in pain inside, waving his hands, feet and tail,

making a splash. Several snake men came forward and pressed down on his hands and feet.

After a while, the snake man fell completely into the water and did not move again. The water

in the container was red with blood.

Around the table, crowded with large and small snake people. They repeated a sentence in a

hissing murmur. Vincent and others did not understand the strange language at all.

A tall serpent, who seemed to be their leader, wearing a robe embroidered with the emblem

of the Sun, was standing in front of the pool full of blood, muttering words and sprinkling

some unknown powder into the pool with his hands. After a while, the whole tank glowed

with blinding white light, and all the Serpentine prayers erupted in cheers. The whole cave

echoed: "Usra. Usra!" "Shouts.

Several snake people carefully took out a large wooden box, gently lifted it to the front of the

leader, and opened it. It was full of eggs -- the snake man's eggs. One by one, the leader

took the eggs out of the padded boxes and dipped them into the bleached pool. In a moment

he lifted the eggs out of the pool, glowing white.

The snake man below sang under his breath, "Usra! Usra!"

As soon as an egg is removed from the crate, dipped in the liquid and glowing white, the

snake man below follows with a shout of "Usra!" Finally, one egg did not glow at all. The

leader looked at the egg, shook his hand, and with a snap threw it against the far wall, where

it broke.

"It was very cruel! "Mark and Hardy said in unison. Instead of focusing on the egg, Vincent

started looking at the terrain and trying to figure out how to solve the problem. So many

snake people army, how can only rely on the three of them to destroy. Even now, back in

Bribando, there was no guarantee that they would come to the rescue -- the Grey dwarves

had no taste for this kind of fighting, and sneaking was not their strong suit.

"Hardy, Mark, come here. But here's what we'll do... '