Very soon, several Mud River Hippo Men who could still breathe were brought over.
With a splash~ they were thrown directly into the muddy water, in a wretched state.
Lear looked at these beings over two meters tall, robust like swine, just about to speak.
The eyes of the Mud River Hippo Men suddenly filled with black mist.
"My God is eternal!"
"Blasphemers shall have their souls burned by my God, enslaved and trampled for eternity!"
The instant the roar ceased, their bodies trembled, and their life force dissipated suddenly like extinguished candles.
None survived.
The words on Lear's lips swallowed again, his brows slightly furrowed.
Are these the followers of the Evil God?
He secretly remained alert, that in the future, upon encountering them again, they must be destroyed with thunderous force, or mesmerized with the soul by a Swamp Boggart before talking.
They must not be judged by common sense.
